These are moose antlers. Beautiful. This rack is just over three and a half feet across. That means they come from a bull that would have been about 7 feet tall at the shoulder and 1300 lbs. And probably about 20 years old. That's kind of amazing in a way that makes me want to both cry and cheer at the same time. Because they belong to a wild animal that should still be roaming the gorgeous northern prairie. The teensy silver lining; the understanding + admiration gained in my heart from holding this story up close is pretty incredible. I treasure them*.
It's hard to describe how the antlers feel but I really want to. I was surprised. The colours are amazing + deep + rich + mottled - like only nature knows how to do. The texture is rough + smooth at the same time. Like a rich wax with fine grains of sand.
It's nothing like I imagined it would be. And I am so inspired.
*Treasured. I have grown deeply in love with our house. I call it house90 for short. ;) We've been here for about two and a half years and the vision for the interior design is finally coming together. I want so badly to get everything done by October. That goal is totally unrealistic because there are a thousand things that need to fall into place. But, at least I have a goal.
Today: adventure is in the cards! We're heading to a magical farm to visit our friend the unicorn. That's not a lie. We happen to be tight with a beautiful unicorn. We are bringing her magical carrots in exchange for a DIY ticket that will make my heart happy. We're bringing a bucket of pixie dust. We're going to ALSO take some reference photos of the unicorn's stallion friend SO HE CAN HAVE HIS PORTRAIT PAINTED. All after we throw down magic like that - we're having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich picnic with twenty four kittens. (And our good friends Erin + Trevor.) Can I get a HELL YA for magic like that? ;)
Happy 4th of July. GO!
